Black Mission Goggles

The sky is falling like a Sock of cocaine in the Ministry of information Subway train's derailing Heads decapitating Catch her reflection and it seems to sing to me And i say lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala Lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala She's a warm bodega High on noriega Strung out in brooklyn like it's 1983 She wears her legs around her Neck like a piece of ice Her smile's a neon marque hipsters eat for free And i say lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala Lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala I am falling like a Sock of cocaine in the Ministry of information I'm a warm bodega High on noriega Strung out in brooklyn cause i fell in love with her And i say lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala Lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala Moon cut moon cuts tiny like eyelash Lonely cat nap whisper lonely cat nap whisper Moon cut moon cuts tiny like eyelash Lonely cat nap whisper lonely cat nap whisper And i walk around i whisper in her scalp I whisper on the wind i whisper once again